| Dark Poetry #4 |
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CobyFeelsMyPain New Member
since 2003-10-12
Posts 6 |
Yes, I am a foreign rose In a field full of fairies Dissimilar in shape but likewise in beauty Scorn surpassing as my thorns everlasting Quivering in a breeze Calm Loving the attention lavished from impoverished lavender Wheels turning As my leaves are burning Unnoticeable, they cry with mournful sighing Without action. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
This is beautiful. I loved the metaphoric meaning. |
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gringakiwi Member
since 2003-08-05
Posts 189 |
Excellent. I love this one. I felt like this travelling through South America. Well done. Connie. |
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baseballpoet Junior Member
since 2003-10-20
Posts 36 |
Beautiful!!! I really enjoyed the read...good work. |
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